[With the lack of footsteps to cue him towards her pursuit, the blond keeps moving down through the plaza. The feeling that something is watching him can't be shaken, though, as strange as it seems. Once in a while, the reality of the Malnosso would hit, bringing its own discomforts, but this felt... different. Different enough to send a chill up his spine.
Maybe he just needed sleep.
His pace is quick, but it shouldn't stop anyone from catching up with him, much less someone hungry enough for a chase.]
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Maybe he just needed sleep.
His pace is quick, but it shouldn't stop anyone from catching up with him, much less someone hungry enough for a chase.]